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A.N. OK, here ya' go, fourth chapter. Know I'm gonna' strike a little deal with you all, if you can get me...10 reviews for this chapter, then I will give you chapter five. What do you say to that? Just tell your friends about it. Thanks!

Meet You There

'God I missed this, the Immortal sure as hell can't kiss this good,' Was the thought running through Buffy's mind.

Yes folks, they were still kissing (surprise, surprise.)

The only thing running through Spike's mind however, 'Oh God, I hope she still likes me. Of course she likes you, you twit, she's kissin' you. That really doesn't mean much with us. She said she loved you. True...' The verbal dispute going on in his mind was suddenly interrupted by one rather strong thought, 'The Immortal!' He pulled back from Buffy, who almost whimpered from the loss of contact. She reached forwards, trying to catch his lips again, but Spike stepped back. "Buffy, love," He said, "What about the Immortal."

"Oh yeah, him." Buffy said thoughtfully, "One second." Buffy walked over to the phone, and picked it up, she quickly dialed a number and held the phone up to her ear. As soon as the other line picked up, she began to cry. "Immortal?" She said tearfully, "No, not really, but I'll be fine. That was a guy I knew from a long time ago, but," She sniffed, "It wasn't really him. Uh huh. It's okay, but I just don't think I can date people thought, not right now, I'm thinking about probably even move back to the states. No, nothing you did, but, but" Her voice broke, and more crying came forth, "I had to kill him, and his death twice is just too much. No, really it's okay, I just rather we not see each other anymore, not even as friends. It'd just remind me of what I've lost. Thanks, you're so understanding. I know, I will. Bye." As soon as she hung up the tears stopped. "Immortal takin' care of, now what where you saying?" She asked innocently.

Spike stared at her in disbelief, "You are such a tremendous liar," He laughed, "Remind me never to get you pissed of at me."

She stood up and walked sinuously over to him. "Maybe you'll like me when I'm mad though," She breathed, still walking towards him, "You wanna' find out?"

Spike stared at her, and let her walk him backwards toward the couch, when they got there, she pushed him down on it, and climbed on to his lap.

"You like me?" She whispered over his lips,

"I love you," He sighed.

"How much?" She asked, catching up his bottom lip in her teeth,

"So much," He moaned.

"Hmm," Buffy whispered, "I think I need something a bit more specific," She said, giving him a searing kiss.

"Oh God," He panted, "I love you more than anything else in the world." "Still not good enough, not for you," She smiled.

"It's perfectly fine for me pet, really." He groaned.

"If you're sure," She teased him,

"Absolutely," He got out just before she pulled him into another kiss.

"Dawn, it's been almost an hour, and I have stuff to do tonight!" Andrew whined, "Why can't we just go out there."

"Because, what if they're having a moment?" Dawn asked,

"An hour long moment?" Andrew said disbelievingly, "Not even on a soap opera do they have hour long moments Dawnie."

"Fine I guess we can go look..." Said Dawn uncertainly.

They walked out into the main room, and watched the scene before them.

Buffy and Spike pulled apart from their kiss,

"So everything's okay with us, right?" Spike asked, sounding just like he did that night, almost a year ago, insane in a church searching, and begging for her forgiveness.

Buffy didn't know if he remembered that night, but she did, she always would. "She shall look on him with forgiveness, and everybody will forgive and love. He will be loved." She whispered, her eyes welling up with tears. She was still haunted by that night, seeing him burning on the cross.

"Can-can we rest now? Buffy, can we rest? He asked sighing, hugging the cross. Tears poured down her face, as she watched a broken man seek his redemption. She slowly walked towards him, and touched his back. He clutched the cross tighter, and refused to let go. She used all her strength, and pulled him down. "So it's okay, right?" He asked, "Everything's okay? You forgive me, right?" She hadn't answered him, because she didn't know herself, she'd carried him to the priest, knowing he'd take care of him, then she left.

"I should have helped you that night," She said to Spike, "More than just carry you to someone."

"Buffy, it's fine, everything's forgiven," He looked in her eyes, "Right?" He added.

"Right," She smiled, pulling him into one last kiss.

"See!" Dawn hissed, "That is defiantly a moment!"